The morning tide, crashing ‘gainst the shores,
Sounds of seagulls and distant winds tickling ears –
Whispering messages of painted portraits, laid over endless landscapes,
Poetry for the eyes, explained with a rising sun beyond the cresting oceans…
Splattering the skies with a beautiful fire in shades of orange, red, and violet –
Bringing illumination to the wondrous adventures sought each day,
‘Tis this place that feeling gives meaning to living -
‘Tis this place, beneath the pealed layers of existence…
The Essence of Beauty dwells.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
The morning tide, crashing ‘gainst the shores,
Sounds of seagulls and distant winds tickling ears –
Whispering messages of painted portraits, laid over endless landscapes,
Poetry for the eyes, explained with a rising sun beyond the cresting oceans…
Splattering the skies with a beautiful fire in shades of orange, red, and violet –
Bringing illumination to the wondrous adventures sought each day,
‘Tis this place that feeling gives meaning to living -
‘Tis this place, beneath the pealed layers of existence…
The Essence of Beauty dwells.
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